Stole My Heart (One Direction)

SHOCKED ?!

Harry's P.O.V

*BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG* There goes  my alarm. Normally, the alarm doesn't work on me, but ever since Paul got me the ALARM 2000 for my 17th birthday, it worked.   But, I still don't understand how  Zayn can still sleep so soundly. Just like, a pig, a good shaped pig. 

"Zayn, Zayn. Wake up, lad. We got a pretty long day." I tried to wake Zayn up by shaking him a little. Sadly, it failed. 

" Mirror..... Mirror... " suddenly, a voice came  out. I focused myself at Zayn, noticing the movements of his mouth. Seriously, Zayn ? A dream about mirrors ? You kidding me, lad ? 

Crap. It's almost 10am. If Zayn doesn't wake up soon, we'll be late for our 1pm autograph session at the mall. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that, why on earth we'll we be late, right ? Well, as you all know, or you don't know, Zayn takes more than an hour to get ready for everything. He looks at the mirror for over an hour. Trying to make sure that his hair is 100% perfection. Suddenly, I had a plan. 

" Zayn! ohmygod. I'm so sorry lad. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. Ididn't mean to break your mirror. " I said loudly, half sitting on the bed. 

" YOU WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY ?! DID YOU SAY THAT YOU JUST BROKE MY MIRROR?! HOW COULD YOU, HARRY?! HOW COULD YOU?! " Zayn sprinted out of bed, and as I thought, he started yelling at me. Well, that was my plan, and it worked.  VICTORY! 

" Chill, Zayn..." before I could even continue explaining myself, Zayn cut in.

" CHILL ?! HOW CAN I CHILL. I CAN NEVER CHILL. THAT'S WHY MY MIDDLE NAME IS NOT CHILL, HARRY. " oh god. I hope I get to explain myself soon. By soon, I mean NOW! 

" Zayn, listen to me for a second. I. HARRY EDWARD STYLES. DID NOT BREAK. ANY. OF YOUR MIRRORS. " finally, a chance for me to explain myself. Now, I was no longer guilty.

" Come again ? " Zayn said. Asking me to repeat what I just said. I think he's confused. Confused Malik. 

" I did not break any mirrors, out of your collection of mirrors." I repeated. Zayn took a deep breath and finally relaxed. Lad, you really do love your mirrors. 

" Thank God, Harry. " Zayn said. I chuckled. 

" Now, will you excuse me, I need to go back to my beauty sleep. " Zayn exclaimed. No way, lad. You're not going to bed. Not now.

" Beauty sleep? I think you meant your wonderful dream of mirrors. " I let out a laugh and soon my laugh became louder.

" How did you know ? Did you sneak into my dream? " Zayn said, confused.  

" I have super powers, Zayn. Didn't you know ? Just kidding. You were talking in your sleep. " I teased.

" Aww.. Man. Again ? " 

" Yup." 

Suddenly, I felt a breeze that went passed me and the bedroom door opened. The next thing you know, Niall is on top of Zayn. Sitting on his tummy.  

" Hey Nialler. " I greated.

" Why hello there, Harry. " Niall greeted.

" Harry aren't you going to ask Niall to get off of me? " Zayn asked.

" Nah. I'm in a pretty good mood today. Have fun Niall! " I teased. I liked teasing Zayn.  

" Tell me, when are you not in a good mood ? " Zayn said, annoyed. 

" Well, when Molly left the house without anyone knowing. I thought he was lost. I wanted to cry so badly. " I told them.

" I know that story. I want to cry too. " Niall said. With a puppy face.